There he was. In all of his greatness and awesomeness, there stood the President for Life (or ‘Dictator’ as some people called him) TaniciusFox. As he strode to the podium, bestrfcplayer could see that in all of his swagger, RFC could see a little bit of emptiness in him. I wonder if being President is a lot of work. He’s seemed to age quite a bit since he’s first taken office. RFC thought.
“The President for Life would like to make a brief announcement.” Said the President's minister, Tyo.
“Thank you Minister Tyo. Now, as you all have very well heard, there is some big news going around. And no, it is no rumor as I am telling you this myself. Tomorrow, at 3PM, there will be auditions for a new position for a job as a Minister.” What every talking there was stopped. “Now, I know that all of you will show up tomorrow. We don’t want any more of those ‘disappearances’ now do we?”
The next afternoon, the streets were empty. And everybody, well everybody except RFC, was at the audition. RFC was late. He was always late. Late to school, late to church and late to work. Today though, well at least he thought, he was going to be on time. Damn it! I’m late again! He thought. “Hey!” He exclaimed. “Don’t close that door! Don’t-” too late. “AGGGGGGHHH!” RFC stated in anguish. But unexpectedly, the doors reopened. RFC walked in and was amazed at the sight.
Hundreds of people lined up from all corners of the country. Looks like some tough competition. But I think I can handle it. He thought with a little grin on his face. As he waited in line, RFC was getting nervous. Wonder what kind of activities that the Panel would be wanting me to do. I can’t run, jump, or do anything right. Well, except for milking cows, but I doubt that THAT’S going to be one of the tasks. As RFC’s name was called, he eyed each of the Ministers. There was the Minister of State: Sonereal. The Minister of Technology: Lighthearter. The Minister of Culture: christos200, the Minister of Logistics: HJ, the Minister of Music: Mosher, and the empty Minister seat, the one that he would be competing for: the Foreign Minister to the United States of America. As RFC walked towards the stage, he could feel some sort of confidence rising in him.....